Fields of cotton,
vast and white …
Like a rolling sea of snow in the deep, deep south.
Pecan Pie and honey,
Muscadine jelly …
So sweet, sweet in my mouth.
Mmmm, Saturday shrimp boil
and cheering for college ball.
After church on Sunday, a picnic barbecue.
Two things, for sure,
will never be missing …
and that'll be me and you.
Herds of cattle grazing,
flocks of sheep a lazing …
Tomatoes fresh off the vine.
Gentle rolling hills
and streams and caves …
Maple, Oak and Pine.
Harvest season,
kids, young and old, all squealing …
Time for the Peanut Fest.
The smells of cotton candy and corn dogs,
white knuckle rides, country music and a rodeo ...
Those times are simply the best.
The haunting shrieks of an ol' Barred Owl,
roadsides and backyards …
filled with grazing deer.
God's lovely creatures both furry and fowl …
Wild Hogs … Peregrine Falcons,
seen and heard, far and near.
Granny's Peach Cobbler,
Mom's scratch-built biscuits …
Catfish in the skillet.
Could you find something to replace
even one of these heart-warming smells?
Well, tell me then …
How will it?
A lonely train horn calls,
off in the distance …
as I lay in my bed.
It lulls me to sleep
with a contented smile …
All these moments filling my head.
Oh, Alabama.
I never dreamed that I would one day live in Alabama. The universe does crazy things though, huh? I must say, it hasn't been bad at all. I don't plan on staying here forever, but it sure has a place in my heart now.